Wind Song

"Wind Song" Whispering secrets heard, as she passes through the trees Fluttering, shaking, caressing, thousands of shimmering leaves             She cools the farmers brow, whips up dust devils in the fields                     Bringing the scent of rain and hope of better yields                               Flag gently waving with abreath of air                                             Or billowing wildly with a gust and fanfare                                            Dancing on the pavement, leaves crisp and brown                                                 Swirling high in the air, slowly spiraling down                                                Holding the magic of a trains' lonesome notes                                                   Cherishing a memory as the song softly floats                                                       Oh! and the fury of the hurricane gale                                     Or spinning and churning, as a tornado spits hail         She soothes us... she cools us... her repertoire has no end      This blustering, billowing, breezy, thing called simply...Wind Debra Irsik